Hot. It was too hot. God, all I felt was how hot it was in the room.

Clothes off. They need to come off. God that feels better.

"Holland what are you doing?" I'm crying now. What is wrong with me?

I am on fire. God, why aren't they helping me? I'm on fúcking fire! I'm so empty, and on fire, and they aren't doing anything!

"Help...please." I cried, but my throat had closed up. Nothing had come out. I'm a blubbering mess, and they aren't helping me.

Their icy hands calmed the fires as they carried me upstairs. I snuggled into them, trying to relieve the fires. But as soon as their hands left me, I was on fire again. I cried out again, that natural lube thing coming out of me again.

My vision was gone again. The constant tears pouring out of my eyes made my vision blurry, and unable to focus on anything. I was breathing heavily as I touched myself, trying to get some sort of friction, or release.

I felt myself being propped up and then my face was gently pushed into the mattress, my knees supporting my weight as my ass was sticking straight up in the air. I felt cold air dancing around my hole, and I moaned out. I felt my wrists being gathered into someone's hand, and my breathing picked up. A finger was pressing into my hole.

I stopped breathing.

Fúck. Fúck. Fúck. Ow.

It was all the way in now. It was pulled out, and pushed back in repeatedly, a second finger quickly joining it. I felt the fingers being scissored. But oh god the stretch felt so delicious. I felt a third finger joining the two already present, and I tried to grab at the sheets. I moaned out, writhing to get some contact. Icy hands were placed on my hips, seizing their movement. I moaned from their cold touch, and at the increased speed of the fingers in my ass.

"Mmmm, fúck me. Please." I cried, tears rolling down my face. I felt them being wiped away, and a kiss placed to my lips.

"You look so pretty, baby doll. Stretched open, and begging for us." Grey whispered in my ear, placing a kiss by my earlobe. His words immediately made me wet.

I was gently lifted up, and I was straddling someone's lap. My wrists were free so I brought them up to their hair, running my fingers through it. Grey.

"Fúck me. Now. Knot me." I cried as Ryker placed his hands on my waist. I felt his legs brush against mine as he situated himself. I moaned, arching my back. God, I am dripping from how excited I am.

"Relax baby doll. Or this will hurt." Grey warned, his voice deep and slurred. I tried as best as I could to relax my muscles before I felt them poke their tips at both of my entrances. They slowly sank themselves into me, stretching me oh so deliciously.

I rested my head on Ryker's shoulder behind me as I moaned out. God I felt so fúcking full. I've been waiting all of my heat for this moment. To feel so full, I thought my heart would explode. Even if they don't move, I am perfectly content with being this full.

But then those fires started again, bringing me back down from my happy cloud of ecstasy. I screamed out, digging my nails in Grey's back as they started to move inside of me. They are so big, and thick, and they're stretching me so much. It felt so good, but it hurt.

They both thrust inside of me at the same time, and pulled out at the same time. They kept up this steady rhythm, pulling moan after moan from my lips. Ryker attached one of his hands to my breasts, pulling on my hardened nípple as Grey seized my lips.

I felt so overstimulated, I instantly came, shuddering as I orgásmed. They kept moving inside of me and everything else that pulled my attention every which way. I brought a hand up to Grey's face, cradling his cheek as his tongue explored my mouth, quieting my moans. I brought my other hand to claw at Ryker's shoulder as he switched to my other nípple, pulling, rubbing, and kneading it.

Grey trailed kisses down my jaw, and down my throat. Ryker placed kisses down the back of neck, moving towards his mark just as Grey was doing. I felt their grips on my waist tighten as they nibbled on my mark. I instantly came again as soon as they breathed over my mark. I clenched around their cócks, moaning oh so loud.

Their thrusts increased in speed. They were going so fast, I could barely distinguish between each thrust. I felt their cócks thicken inside of me as they kissed my mark harder.

"Fúck, baby doll. I'm cumming."

"Shít, beautiful. Fúck, you're so goddamn tight. Fúck, fúck." They both whispered against my marks, and I came again as their knot's swelled and attached themselves to my tight walls, a growl ripping from their throats. I clawed my nails down Grey's back, my vision completely black and my legs freezing around Grey's waist.

I was in a complete state of euphoria. I felt so full. I felt so elated, and high.

I couldn't get a grasp on reality. All I felt was their seeds being pumped into me. And it felt right this time. I didn't feel a longing to be filled because holy shit. I can't even describe how I feel.

All I know is that I hear nothing, I see nothing, my heart was whole, and my whole body is numb from euphoria.

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Seven Hours Later

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"Beautiful?" I slowly open my eyes to find Ryker staring at me. His hair was wet, and he wasn't wearing any clothes other then a loose pair of blue boxers.

I slowly sat up, and immediately regretted it. My body was so sore. My abdomen, my ass, my core, my legs, and even my breasts were sore. I brought my hands up to run it through my hair, but it was wet and braided into a french braid. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a pair of my underwear, and Ryker's huge cream pullover.

I gave him a soft smile and held out my arms. He bent down and scooped me into his arms, gently cradling me. I wrapped my arms around him, and breathed in his fresh scent.

"How are you feeling?" He whispered, placing a kiss to my hair.

"So sore." I said. My voice was very hoarse, and it hurt to talk.

"Your throat may feel a little sore, beautiful. You were screaming an awful lot." He chuckled, gently rocking us.

"Where's Grey?" I asked, ignoring the pain in my throat. I needed to know where he was.

"He's making us some food so we can relax, and watch some movies." Ryker explained, his chest vibrating against my body. "I have some good news for you, darling."

I hummed, acknowledging him. My throat hurt too much. "No more heat." I felt him smirk against my forehead, and an instant smile spread across my face.

No more fires. No more knots. No more crying, and whining. No more faded consciousness.

I heard my stomach growl, and I heard Ryker laugh.

"Just a little longer, beautiful." He placed a kiss to my forehead, and I closed my eyes in content. I felt myself slowly dozing off, but then I heard Grey's voice.

"Is she awake?" I instantly opened my eyes, and saw him moving towards us with a huge tray of food. I smiled when he stooped down to give me a kiss on my forehead before placing the tray on the bed. He turned on the huge TV that was hanging up on the wall in front of my bed, went to Netflix, and put on our favorite show, Supernatural.

Ryker placed me in the middle of the bed, under the covers. Grey joined me on my right side, while Ryker joined me on my left side. The food tray was placed on my lap, and it stretched across the three of us.

In front of me, I had chicken noodle soup, a few strawberries, a hand full of kettle cooked chips, a cup of my favorite kettle corn, a few celery sticks, half of a grilled chicken panini, and a thirty-two ounce water bottle.

"Yes, you're eating all of it, baby doll. And I know you can." He said, placing a kiss on my shoulder. I dug into my food, barely paying attention to anything else.

But I swear, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure moving in the shadows, watching us.

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-abbey